Love and Life (Merome)

Save me

*Mitch pic**

I heard a loud crash from Jeromes math classroom. Is he hurt? I thought. When I ran in, very quickly because our classrooms were across from each other, anger boiled inside of me. His sleeves were rolled up. There were cuts up his arms. I couldn't believe it! But it was happening.
                He lied to me. My best friend. I thought we told each other everything. "Jerome!?!" I fummed. "Mitch, I'm sorry." "You lied to me. And about this!" I was hurt. "You wouldn't understand." He grumbled, wanting everything to go away. Not gonna happen.
"If I knew I could have helped you." I started softening. He was my best friend god damn it. I wanted to help him. I really did. Being mad wasn't gonna help.
              "NO YOU FUCKING COULDNT HAVE. I WOULD HAVE BEEN THIS WAY IF I HAD TOLD YOU. THEY WOULD HAVE CONTINUED BULLYING ME AND I WOULD HAVE STILL CUT, OKAY?!?!" He yelled. I had never seen Jerome yell and curse like this before. That made my quick anger blow up.
          "I DO UNDERSTAND I JUST DONT KNOW HOW SOMEBODY COULD DO SOMETHING AS STUPID AS THIS!" I yelled. I immediately regretted it. "Jerome, I didn't mean it." I saw the pain in his eyes. I saw a tear he tried to hide slip out. "Fuck you." He said as he stormed out of the door. "Its the middle of class!" I yelled trying to get my best friend back. It was no use.

**Jeromes PoV**

          I walked out of the school building. Mitch was mad at me, I was mad at me, I just had to get away. I sprinted home and walked inside. I grabbed my blade, a pen, a pencil, and a paper.
         I prepared myself to write the note. I wrote it in pen.
Dear Mitch,
Don't feel guilty. I'm not mad at you. None of this could have been avoided. I'm really sorry. For my will, all of my stuff goes to you. Mitch, please keep on reading. I love you. Not in a best friend way. In a, I don't know, you would call It gay. Your smile, your laugh, your everything. Too bad you probably don't feel the same way. I want to be happy. Forever. That would only be with you or dead. Mitch, I made the mistake of writing my life and mistakes in pen. You don't have to. You still have the choice. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Xoxo
-Jerome Acetti

          I left the pencil next to the paper, but still left the pen there. I took the blade and swiped it across my wrist. Another cut. Another. Blood was going down my arm and dripping to the floor. At lease I'm not on the carpet.
The door opened. "Jerome!" Mitch's garbled voice calmed me. He was the last thing I saw before blacking out.